It was the wire hanger for me and my sister.
But it was the wooden spoon that stopped my mom from disciplining me physically.
I was 14 and she grabbed a wooden spoon from the kitchen draw and tried to spank me with it. I just laughed. Then she laughed. She never touched me again (though she did slap me across the face when we were on vacation in Hawaii and I suggested we could get some sour cream when she asked if we wanted to make homemade tacos at the hotel for dinner).
Actually, now that I think about it, the slap was for being too loud or something in the back.
The homemade-tacos-for-dinner incident went more like this:
Mom: You guys wanna make tacos back at the hotel for dinner?
Sister: Yeah!
Me: Yeah! Can we get sour cream too?
Mom (sounding absolutely disgusted with me): JESUS CHRIST, Steven, nothing is ever good enough for you!
This was me for the rest of car ride:
I guess with all the money my mom saved up (and charged to credit cards) to be able to take my sister and I on a wonderful vacation, asking to get a dollar's worth of a taco condiment was over the line.
edit: for the record, I wasn't being spanked at the age 14. At that point I hadn't been spanked in years. Maybe that's why it was so comical at the time.
But it was the wooden spoon that stopped my mom from disciplining me physically.
I was 14 and she grabbed a wooden spoon from the kitchen draw and tried to spank me with it. I just laughed. Then she laughed. She never touched me again (though she did slap me across the face when we were on vacation in Hawaii and I suggested we could get some sour cream when she asked if we wanted to make homemade tacos at the hotel for dinner).
Actually, now that I think about it, the slap was for being too loud or something in the back.
The homemade-tacos-for-dinner incident went more like this:
Mom: You guys wanna make tacos back at the hotel for dinner?
Sister: Yeah!
Me: Yeah! Can we get sour cream too?
Mom (sounding absolutely disgusted with me): JESUS CHRIST, Steven, nothing is ever good enough for you!
This was me for the rest of car ride:
I guess with all the money my mom saved up (and charged to credit cards) to be able to take my sister and I on a wonderful vacation, asking to get a dollar's worth of a taco condiment was over the line.
edit: for the record, I wasn't being spanked at the age 14. At that point I hadn't been spanked in years. Maybe that's why it was so comical at the time.
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